"You suspected me, perhaps, of other things."
She nodded.
"I am full of suspicions about you," she admitted. "I am not going to tell you what they are, of course."
"There is one thing of which I am guilty," he confessed. "I should like to tell you about it right now."
"Could I guess it?"
"You're clever enough."
"You like me, don't you, Mr. Fischer?"
"Better than any woman in the world," he answered promptly. "And my confession is—well, just that. Will you marry me?"
Pamela shook her head.
"Quite early in life," she confided, "I made up my mind that I would never give a definite answer to any one who proposed to me on a steamer. I suppose it's the wind, or is it the stars, or the silence, or what? I have known the sanest of men, even like you, Mr. Fischer, become quite maudlin."